The Mother

I have lost my belongings a long time ago,
But still travel in search of truth long days and moonlit nights,
along a calm river flow.
I am not tired,
still search shelter under old trees,
to sleep into dreams,
of thy tender arms, touching my trembling body.
Smile that lit up several lights,
eyes that closed within many hopes, many loves and white flowers.
Is there silence of an unfruitful search?
Will my expectations die with me?
People are ignorant, I am ignorant, helpless
You make me feel the truth now, it’s different if seen.
Take me into your tender arms,
let my questions disappear.